Butcher Wang sat down, and after a while, he said the guess in his heart, "On the day of the disappearance of the woodcutter girl, it was also the day when the champion of the Zhang family took a concubine. I heard that the concubine was originally Qinglou Oiran Qingyin, and later I heard Zhang Zhuangyuan personally confirm that she was Zhang Gongzi's fiancée, Su Qianruo, the granddaughter of Su Taifu who disappeared two years ago.

When the newcomer was visiting the church, a woman in a green cloak suddenly stood up and shouted that she was Su Qianruo, and took out a document to identify the old lady of the Zhang family who drugged her, handed her over to Renyazi to be sold to the prostitution of Wusun Kingdom, and explained that she could not be allowed to return to the Central Plains alive.

If you think about it, how can there be such a coincidence in the world? Two years ago, Su Qiaonu fainted in front of our door with bruises, and on the day Zhang Gongzi took the concubine, the woodcutter disappeared again, and then there was a corpse that was dragged back by Shang Moyun!

The person who harmed her must be Zhang's mother. “

The speakers thought it was incredible, and the listeners were even more frightened and angry. After two years of getting along, who in Li Village doesn't know that the woodcutter girl is a good girl? And this girl turned out to be Mr. Nan Jin's granddaughter. should have been a famous lady and enjoyed a life of fine clothes and food, but she was persecuted again and again and lost her life.

If it weren't for this male elf......

In this world, where is Su Qianruo.

No wonder Wang Dazui was so determined to burn the couplet, and he actually sensed the signs of danger early on. The identity of the woodcutter girl is a layer of protection for Su Qianruo.

No matter how big the Zhang family is, it is impossible to search for the countryside. And she has been thrown into the eyes of the sea, and in the eyes of those people, she is the one who has become an ancient. As long as she uses the identity of the woodcutter girl, she can continue to live safely.

Shang Moyun didn't say anything after listening to it. His focus is completely different. He only paid attention to one sentence, that is, Su Qianruo was a woman who had a marriage contract with the Zhang family in Yecheng.

He didn't say a word until dinner in the evening, drank two bowls of water early and went to Wang Mao'er's bed to lie down.

When Su Qianruo came to eat after embroidery, she realized that everyone was looking at her wrongly.

As soon as the words were spoken, the four of them were speechless.

Su Qianruo couldn't help but be grateful to Wang Dazui and said, "Uncle, thank you, thank you for maintaining the woodcutter girl like this." From today on, you are Su Qianruo's uncle. ”

Wang Dazui refused to accept it, but Wang Mao'er shouted happily, "Okay, I have a sister." And so it was settled.

Your family is unscrupulous, and the mountains and fields are related. Su Qianruo couldn't sleep this night, raised his glass to the moon and whispered softly, "Grandfather, have you seen it?" If I will live well, I will live to see the retribution of the wicked. However, before that, I have to get back the Su family's things. They don't deserve it! ”

In the past two years, Wang Dazui has been accustomed to getting up at night to go around twice before going to the cold kiln, and he can't sleep left and right, so he also got up and put on a cotton robe, gently opened the door and walked slowly to the kiln. There was still a faint light in the cold kiln, and thinking about what happened tonight was equivalent to revealing the scars again for the woodcutter girl, making her uncomfortable.

After the king finished his circle, he was about to go home, but he kicked a tall pillar of snow.

Hey......

When was there an extra pillar before the cold kiln......

Hard, kicked and kicked, can still move......

The snow flutter was shaken down, revealing a Junqi angry face.

"Shang Moyun, how long have you been standing here? It's all icy! Wang Dazui shouted in shock, his voice was particularly loud in the cold night, "Also, you steal Lao Tzu's new pants to wear!" No wonder Yu Niang can't find it! ”

Shang Moyun stiffened his neck and wanted to look down, but Wang Dazui looked at him at a glance that the shorts that exposed most of his calf were made of green cloth pulled by Yu Niang to prepare the new pants for him to wear during the New Year. He just tried it on a few days ago, and it fits his legs well, just right.

This spirit, silently stealing pants, not to mention, actually wore the style of shorts. Don't he know that his legs are a lot longer than the king's mouth?

Shang Moyun blew away the ice and snow that sealed his lips, squirmed his mouth, and stretched his tongue a few more times, before he said hatefully: "Red...... Pants, Sue... Don't like it, you...... Borrow. ”

The king's mouth puffed out the goldfish eyes, and he accused: "Are you calling this borrowing?" You have to ask me first, and I agree that you can wear it. You spirit, do you know what courtesy, righteousness and shame are? ”

On second thought, what is this spirit trying to make trouble when he doesn't sleep and comes to drink the northwest wind?

"Are you here to admire the moon?" The king stretched his neck and looked up at the sky. A snowstorm, the sky is dark and far away, where is the moon?

Zhang ...... Sue..., protection. When Shang Moyun said this, his eyes were slightly evasive.

Wang Dazui was deeply moved, believed it, and helped him break the ice, dragged him out, and complained: "It's just a spirit, and it's more benevolent and righteous than the Zhang family." The people of this Zhang family are alive to dogs. Let's go, it's freezing this day, go drink some soju with Lao Tzu to warm your stomach! ”

Shochu ......

Shang Moyun really didn't understand, this spicy thing, why did Wang Dazui drink it with relish, and he enjoyed it. At the end of the drink, the sky was almost dawn, and it was still the shack where Shang Moyun dragged Wang Dazui back. Yu Niang didn't say anything to blame, but boiled water for him to wipe his face, took off his stinky socks and soaked his feet, then carried him to the bed, covered the quilt carefully, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then turned around and went out.

Shang Moyun's eyes straightened when he looked at the window. When...... Su Qianruo can also wipe his face and wash his feet...... When will he be able to hug her, well, be with her.

He looked in the direction of the cold kiln, and his eyes were a little stupid. The cold kiln has become a place that he can't live in.

Wang Mao'er stood behind him and watched for a long time, and then tiptoed out of the chaimen to find Su Qianruo to learn from him.

"You don't know, Shang Moyun is thinking about his sister, and he is going crazy. That look, ouch, can be described as longing. After learning that look, Wang Mao'er shook her head with a sigh.

Su Qianruo quickly threaded the needle and threaded it, and put the needle on a piece of green silk cloth. Her hands are extremely dexterous, with long fingers, flying up and down, like a fluttering butterfly dancing towards flowers.

Seeing that she didn't react, Wang Mao'er sighed and sat next to her, looked at Qingsilk curiously and asked, "Sister, you don't look like you want to embroider." How can there be rich ladies who like the patterns of mountains and stones? ”

Su Qingruo hummed in a low voice and replied: "It's not embroidery, it's a pity to see if this cloth is lost, if you want to embroider casually, can you embroider it into a finished product." ”

In the perspective that Wang Maoer didn't look at, Su Qianruo's earlobes were dyed with a hint of pink.

On the New Year's Day, Shang Moyun was reluctant to stay in the Wang family, and insisted on staying in the cold kiln and refused to leave.

Su Qianruo glared at him, he just squatted on the ground and didn't move.

Su Qianruo had no way to take him, so he had to take out the unfinished work from the embroidery basket and do it hatefully.

Shang Moyun hooked his lips and smiled, and spit out a word with satisfaction: "Home ......"